My Poetry

My imagination runs wild,

As I grab a pen and write away.

The emotions linger about,

Pushing me to set it free.

It shall be set free in the words that I write.

It shall be set free in the feelings that I express.

It shall be set free, just by knowing it is

mine.

My own thoughts,

My own words,

My own feelings --

That in itself is poetry,

Whether it is liked by others or not;

I know this to be true,

That as long as it is dear to my heart,

It's as special as can be,

And no one can deny that it is poetry!

©mnrivera